“Better?” I ask as I drop the fabric and bridge the remaining gap between us, pressing my naked chest into his.
Linc clutches my waist with one hand. The other finds my throat, and he gently angles up my face. “Much.”
“No more lies. Ok? Or half-truths. The men in my family always use the cover of club business to keep things from me. I hate it. Like I said, I can handle ugly.”
With a nod, he says, “Speaking of the men in your family, have you been to see Jack?”
“No. Jack and I are… I don’t know. Weird. Might be best if I stay away for now.”
“I had you added to his visitor list,” he says, dipping down so we’re eye to eye. “Go see him, Grace. Last time I spoke to him, he seemed like he had some things on his mind. Would be good for you two to clear the air.”
I arch an eyebrow. “What do you care?”
He shrugs. “Like I told you, your brother and I have gotten…friendlythese last couple years. He talks about you sometimes. I think seeing you will make being on the inside a little easier on him.”
I nod. Things have been off at the clubhouse without him there. And at his place. Triss is distracting herself by repainting every room in the house. Everything is covered in plastic sheeting, and she bites my head off when I offer to help. Kat says it’s her process and to just leave her be. So far, it’s been working out for me. Triss hasn’t asked where I’ve been going late at night, so I haven’t needed to explain that I’m screwing the guy who putherguy in handcuffs.
“I’ll think about it.”
To force a change in subject, I trace the skin of his broad chest, the ripple of his stomach, to his belt, where I make quick work of the buckle.
He angles his head. “What are you doing?”
“You said you needed to fuck me.”
“Need isn’t the word, Grace. But after the night I’ve had, what I had to do, I won’t be gentle.” He puffs out a breath and steps back a pace. “I gotta… I don’t know. Go for a run. Punch a bag. Blow off some steam. Something. Might be best if we just… don’t.”
With a smile, I pull closer and bring my mouth to his ear. “I don’t do gentle, Decker. You know that. So fuck me the way I like. The way you need to.”
The growl that rumbles in his throat sends a shiver up my spine.
He grabs my ass and tugs me back up onto the counter. Then he’s ripping down my panties and spreading my legs. My heart stumbles as he steps between them. It’s the look he gives me. Pure, raw, uninhibited need. Hunger. Fucking famine. Linc looks at me like he might die if he doesn’t touch me.
My breath catches as he clamps down on my throat and pulls me closer, slotting himself at my entrance. This is the only part where he’s gentle. Careful, even. When he slowly inches inside me, taking his time, letting me adjust to his size.
“Big breath, babe.” He eases the grip at my throat and slides out, then pushes back inside, giving me a little more. Coaching me to breathe every time he rolls his hips until he’s filled me up and my legs are wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, begging him to go harder.
He plunges into me. A delicious mix of pleasure and pain. It’s fast. Rough. Short bursts of power in every thrust. Hand at my throat. My nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him. Fucking me the way he needs to. The wayIneed him to.
He picks me up and slams me back against the fridge, pounding into me, his grunts muffled as he buries his head in the crook of my shoulder.
His grip tightens, making a moan catch in my throat, and I close my eyes, enduring the harshness of his movement, the violence. The kind of touch I’ve grown to crave. That, like him, has been built into me. A need so deep I’m not certain I could live without it. Live without him.
Need isn’t the word for it.
“Fuck.” He picks up his pace, his hips rocking against me in this perfect way, edging me closer. God, I’m going to?—
I grab the top of the fridge, breasts bouncing, steadying myself as he thrusts deeper, and my climax starts to unravel.
A garbled sound escapes me and my muscles tense as a wild torrent of pleasure thrums deep in the pit of my stomach, my pussy pulsing and clamping down on his cock.
He squeezes me tight, a low groan escaping him. Then a tremor racks his body and he jerks forward, releasing inside me.
“Fuck,” he says again as he blows out a deep breath. “This might be all I’ll ever fucking need, Grace. Just you.” His hands shake as he gently eases me to my feet and steadies me as I sway on weakened legs.
Eyes locked with mine, he treads his thumb over my cheek and then to my bottom lip. He presses down, and when he releases it, he takes me into a hard kiss. It’s heated and hungry and tells me he’s nowhere near done with me.
He kisses a line over my chin and throat and then lower, stopping to take one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Then he continues his journey until he’s on his knees in front of me, staring at my pussy like he’s fucking starved for it.
